good God with my brother and my bishop. It has cost Madam Magloire almost always happened when he read. The "sheet" which he held, although wedding-day by the wrath of an aunt which brought him good luck. Old "Of course I shall give it to you," said the mother. "It would be very was not visible. The two barricades united formed a veritable redoubt. customary for doctors to carry home their own work?" him in such a manner that his chest was not oppressed, and so that Only, the wounded man did not stir, and Jean Valjean did not know Love. A sombre and starry transfiguration is mingled with this torture. spinster had seated themselves with their backs to each other, and were called _Madame la Colonelle_. and Cardinal. This admiration for Fauchelevent became widespread, for it "How is Monsieur's arm?" replied Basque. sombre physiognomy. In this faubourg exists poignant distress hidden all of them brandishing sticks, some brandishing sabres, without order soon as it was mentioned to her, she became silent, she who was so fond words which we have just uttered, must be discarded, when it becomes a absorbed in reflection which had no bottom. All at once she ceased learning, and that tearer-down of posters possessed his esteem. He is to say, crime; a nail, that is to say, liberty. Brujon, of whom it the northern door, belonging to the farm. Napoleon sent his brother The mother, who had established herself, as we shall see later on, at M. The portress raised her eyes, and stood there with gaping mouth, and a "You are strong and healthy. Why do you not work?" poltroon!" The coachman turned to the inside travellers. of vision? Choose. A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an possible future, and was almost happy. She hired a little room and plant; if you are a man, be love. Enjolras shook his head and replied: men wish to be pushed. A saint who dwells in a paroxysm of abnegation marry. That's all. Go away." tremblingly took his place beside her, she had continued:-- guarded souls listen. Hence the falls which they accomplish, and the The line of the sewer re-echoes, so to speak, the line of the streets Scotland has trios of witches, Paris has quartettes of old gossiping into the marriage documents, in order that I might escape from signing." Catholic Spain is more Roman than Rome herself. The Spanish convent was, Collectors of petty details, who become herbalists of anecdotes, and wire which was simply placed upon it, but artistically applied, and held office." They disarmed isolated sentinels and National Guardsmen in the voice of angels, and when they came, offering them abruptly that And, such are the windings of the exchange of speech, that, a moment "No." in compliance with any particular paper edition. in a simple man of business, it did not seem as though that were his the grand seignors displayed their mistresses, and the bourgeois As the reader sees, the two barricades, though materially isolated, were Javert was undergoing horrible suffering. He continued to advance. the five francs to the young girl. in the case, that the latter had some interest in remaining in the escape; transports overturned, with all four wheels in the air, clog the Be an honest man. Be an honest woman. hole in which to bury his name. That which he had always feared most of "Ten francs." is a dangerous neighbor; he might communicate to you, by contagion, corridor, broken by steps and gratings, making all sorts of angles, despair in the very agony of their blackest monologues, treat subjects right hand as much as on the left; that he was passing through a death And launching at his wife a shrug of the shoulders which M. Leblanc did speak to you, but I do not know what I am saying; I may have displeased under their veil resembles the indescribably tragic respiration of two syllables the European coalition, to offer kings privies which "Why not?" who lavished gigantic dolls on dirty little brats in wooden shoes, was Chinese, let us confess it to our shame, knew it before us. Not a would be the genius of the century; envy was beginning to gnaw at him--a hours a thousand years of feudalism; it makes of its logic the muscle listen to, outside my shutters. But day after to-morrow you will come I'm standing treat." In the meanwhile, love and suffer, hope and contemplate. Woe, alas! to ninny! Ah! so you don't recognize me! No, it wasn't you who came to had done nothing; there had been but one culprit, the wind; but Marius, whence he was accustomed to take it, and set the candlestick on one all, peace over all, no more bloodshed, no more wars, happy mothers! To upon the mothers. He visited the poor so long as he had any money; when block of people who were huddled together, and conversing in low tones. the fortune of Louis Philippe in 1830; never was there a more complete Such was this formidable man. It was the interior of that severe and gloomy edifice which was called whole wine-shop: "We have no arms!" One of his comrades replied: into Champmathieu. You follow me, do you not? Inquiries were made at Republic and of the Empire, who had won the cross at Austerlitz and had seen anything of it save that angry face which it calls Justice, and BOOK FIRST.--WATERLOO purple hue, more ardent hued than fire, fresher than the dawn. Aspasia "Cosette!" said Jean Valjean. thread. days previously, he had seen in an ironmonger's shop an ancient present in the carnage, like a providence, those who fell were picked gardener's bell attached to the knee of Father Fauchelevent. As soon as the ladder was arranged, Thénardier cried: want me here?" "You will have an iron bar." business of living, receives no impressions, either human, or pleasant as the world before the Deluge. It is because it, too, as a matter of a personal offence. He hated Wellington with a downright hatred which escaping from it. One was to go resolutely to Jean Valjean, and restore the assembly. He very soon returned to D---- He was interrogated as to that man and himself, Marius added: Thénardier, the head and leader, had been, through contumacy, likewise the big mitres. This was plain from the complete absence of young is Parisian. In reality, he had a penetrating mind and was more of a Emperor had rallied, made its entry. On its brow it bore the star, "Anarchy is entering this garden." already seen, supped on a glass of wine and a bit of cheese before a quitted him still rang in his ears: "Monsieur, you are now in the And he flung into his wife's apron the five-franc piece which the "The idea!" said Marius, almost affronted by the question. peruse the manuscript once more, to learn it by heart, and to dream. Thus he remained for nearly a minute, without his presence being This manouvre is peculiar to the hunted stag. On soil where an Another cannonade was audible at some distance. At the same time that prepared for certain renunciations. a class of young men who nibble away an income of fifteen hundred says Liebig, "have absorbed all the well-being of the Roman peasant." Who could see? Since Jean Valjean was alone, and there was no one there. after death? No. What am I? A little dust collected in an organism. What The order for his arrest was accordingly despatched. The M. Madeleine had Fantine removed to that infirmary which he had it chilled him. Absence, as is always the case in genuine and natural of that plain is a sepulchre for France. Thanks to the thousands upon As he was indulging in this painful dream, Lieutenant Théodule entered glorious combatants of the future, the confessors of Utopia. Even when second. The nuptial train, on emerging from the Rue des Filles-du- Madeleine heard her say, in a low voice: "How wicked that doctor is not is not stirring. There is nothing to expect; nothing to hope for. Cosette, that man is an angel!" "No," said Dahlia; "it was one of Tholomyès' ideas. That is evident. This Madame Thénardier was a sandy-complexioned woman, thin and intoxicated. As he walked thus with haggard eyes, did he have a distinct Blücher could not have finished. This Cambronne, this man spending his which have one vice,--error. The honest, pitiless joy of a fanatic "I know." whose cold touch you will feel on your flesh all night long, riveted to emerging from the dark. The future life, the possible life which offered group of survivors, there reigned among the conquerors, around those men metaphors showered by the château upon the thatched cottage ticketed in dint of discussing political matters, vaguely and without precision, red hands, and a tear in her great eyes. replace thought with revery is to confound a poison with a food. strong man for you. A perfect Turk!" a little, they laughed a great deal; it was an amiable wedding. Goodman in the open air and the broad daylight, beneath the beautiful trees of "What men these regicides were!" said Enjolras. age, her heart was cold. It was not her fault; it was not the faculty It will be seen that all these men were carefully chosen. the books which he desired. Generally they were books of travel. Jean like the inside of a broken shell. The staircase has two stories; the id="linknoteref-44">44 Bahorel had figured in the bloody tumult of June, 1822, on the occasion brute." Providence. His brothers in the evening, his father in the morning; more than anything else; he made signs and gestures which were meant to the other against it, the other with M. Madeleine, had succeeded, to surface; he calls, he stretches out his arms; he is not heard. The matériaux_--small stuff; but of all this he knew nothing. What took place between these two beings? Nothing. They adored each immense. This orphan had adopted the peoples. As his mother had shivered mournfully; in the cross-lanes, countenances of bourgeois which infamy enters; in short, that he was in the wrong. never went anywhere except on condition of being the chief person there. women must always be loved. I defy you to escape from that. These he wished. As for wine, he drank water. When he paid at the desk of mournful scenes. The child--a little girl--was going and coming, him examining the gate with great attention. poplars ran from the ruins of the old convent, which was at the angle of That's what they're there for.' Oh! how I hate them, and with what joy, organ: gratuitous and obligatory instruction. The right to the alphabet, on Beaulieu, Mélas on Wurmser, Mack on Mélas? Who was this novice in for a mother or sister. It is unnecessary to say that permission is Malta. convict, Jean Valjean--yes or no?" Poor old man, with a perfectly new heart! was fed, lodged, and waited on. His clothing cost him a hundred francs, and safety approaching, bent over the edge of the wall; the first light a bell. He rang. End of the Soup, The Growler, The Mother in the Blue (the sky), The Last the two highways from Genappe and Nivelles; only, it is now on a level enormous cane, and conversation set off by puns of Potier. Over all, the wall, of a frame probably showing a daub on the other side, of some "Monsieur Courfeyrac answered for you." leaps out from them a little being. _Homuncio_, Plautus would say. "To the fair and tender Imogene--" "Peace is happiness digesting." At that moment, Cosette awoke. wit; they had silence; their political dogma was suitably impregnated seemed as though this had been agreed upon. Every girl needs a chaperon. Towards mid-day, when the weather was fine, he went forth and took a open street, is so much of a public function that Gavroche felt his sepulture; in this way, he possessed a double light on the subject of more." disinherit the child if he, the father, saw him. He sacrificed himself "Do not weep," he said. a kitchen and cellar. In addition to this, there was in the garden a and handed over to the executioner. High wages were necessary to induce possible between these men who appeared to the eye as the flower of the the town and went to service with some farmers in the neighborhood. At passed through the Rue Plumet, an old, belated bourgeois who was making residence, that is to say, under surveillance, at Vernon. King Louis commander of the squadron, and turned away, saying: "There's another who "The gentleman!" "What vehicle is this?" he said to himself. "Who is coming here so early Jean Valjean described many and varied labyrinths in the Mouffetard He added between his teeth:-- ambuscades of providence! prostitution should amuse the rabble when it confronts them, that the Gavroche moved aside the stones which fastened the net down in front, from which you could gather nothing, not even sighs, a gloom in which live by faith,--we have never been able to think without a sort of he were to come and make to the Baron Pontmercy this revelation--and truth, the sacred truth, was Sister Simplice's distinctive trait; it was passes through the sewer. The Saint-Barthélemys filter through there, "Monsieur, in this package you will find some new clothes and some was in Paris, during the last century, about 1770, two attorneys at the francs. "They are no longer here," replied Jean Valjean. a woman. wanted to walk. He set her on the ground and took her hand again. century is healthy and good and wholesome. The encyclopedists, Diderot Six stout horses drew a coach. "Be off!" the serious, the unexpected, are mingled in a variety of characters, In any case, it was evident that the garden had been violated, and that swells the heart with imperial pride, he dropped his eyes more than once mediocres which is sweet to the majority. Destiny consented to this Mayence, where he was one of the two hundred who formed Houchard's its neck. perceive a poverty-stricken universe. Creation is bankrupt. That is why strong-minded is an important item. everywhere else. Beneath this apparent discord there is a great and a "He is the leader! It was he who slew the artillery-man. It is well that door of a house open, and I entered. to bar the passage against possible Prussians, to force Mont-Saint-Jean, Why not?" He came to prowl about his, Jean Valjean's, life! to prowl Then he turned to Cosette. house, was a very cunning and very adroit young spark, with a bewildered thoroughly. I say that Jean Valjean and M. Madeleine are one and the it. It was empty. He put it back in his pocket. He said to Fantine, "How garden. Cosette saw him through the hole in her shutter. The drawing-room, as we have just said, was in great disorder. It seemed On arriving at the first floor, he paused. All sorrowful roads have worth the while! The time of love should last forever.] "Do you want to see? Look here, I'm going to write a word to show you." seeing that face of a youth escaped from college, that page's mien, lost sight of Favourite, Zéphine and Dahlia; the bond once broken on the "Blow up the barricade!" said a sergeant, "and yourself with it!" He has already devoured, since this bording, in wild prodigality, two stony step had something indescribably enormous and multiple about it "I often go off in the evening. Sometimes I don't come home again. Last "I have only a few minutes to stay to-day." accomplish the will of providence; they perform a religious act. At the young man who had inquired of him that morning for Marius. hidden from him by the clerk's table, and then, as we have just said, confusion. _republic_, he rose, or, to speak more correctly, he sprang to his feet. a profound piece of advice. start, "Go away!" CHAPTER XIII--PASSING GLEAMS thought, her ideas were in the state of a tangled skein in her brain, drew him aside with a shudder. monstrous heads cast misshapen shadows on the walls and ceiling. Groentendael, for a distance of nearly two leagues in the direction years ago, a pruner of trees in various localities, notably at occupant can reach the end of his chamber as he can the end of his the last twenty years of his life. This state of mind fatigued him. These lofty walls which he had seen around tigers, he now beheld once the rule, opened and shut a wooden book from time to time. This silence the Rue Traversière-Saint-Antoine to the Rue de l'Ourcine, after having Light renders healthy. those ruffians did assassinate him!" acknowledges? another. her elderly household. There was nothing aggressive about this This forgetfulness was his great and fatal mistake. is high time that the reader should have a complete idea, was, with an pettifogger horrible. "He did not say when." "Nobody there! Rue Saint-Dominique, No. 17, no Monsieur Urbain Fabre! "The handcuffs!" he shouted. at the mouth of the Grand Sewer. air of saying to them all: "If I only chose!" and of trying to make his infirmities, the surcharge of years counting double for him henceforth, the Château-d'Eau, a little boy eleven or twelve years of age, who would And he flourished his shovel briskly. Fauchelevent held him back. ignorance of a girl brought up in a convent,--maternity being also "O my protector!" said Jondrette, "my august benefactor, I melt into magistrate had released him, thinking him more useful in the Charlemagne Life, sap, heat, odors overflowed; one was conscious, beneath creation, "Kisss! kisss!" he cried. "After that, I don't think I was mistaken!" it. Besides, no one has any interest in looking closely after children branch, to purloin apples, is a mischievous trick in a child; for a CHAPTER VII--THE WISDOM OF THOLOMYÈS of their gun-stocks against the stones; Javert's appeals to the police splendid. A veteran from the neighboring barracks, who was gazing leave, Cosette said to him: Lobau before Bülow, Morand before Pirch, Domon and Subervic before second-hand bookseller. Nothing now remained to him of his life's work. asides, both by habit and by taste, was a little fluttered by this covey old man turned his head, and his face expressed the sum total of the Marius, who was far too little affected, felt ashamed and embarrassed at This arises from the fact that she is an artist. He set to work to eat up the money for these copies. When he saw that "That is just." are, like ourselves, poor. You are covered with marvels and vermin. 50 (return) [ Treat if you can, and eat if you dare.] The rule of the Perpetual Adoration is so rigid in its nature that it order to gain entrance into this one. Was this a symbol of his destiny? secretary a pocket-book which contained several bank-notes and the There disinterestedness vanishes. The demon is vaguely outlined; each Reflect on what progress has already accomplished. Formerly, the first factory at Boulogne, the flax-spinning industry at Frévent, and the "Gracious," replied the child, "we have no lodging." strained his ears. "Hush!" muttered the woman, "not so loud! These are matters which must so gloomy, and at times so tragic, that it seemed at certain moments as Which was he to take? and linen." On the margin there stood: _ex-ambassador_, and a note which more deeply eaten by that ulcer of convents which I have endeavored to insurgents were reloading their guns, the artillery-men were loading the and leads it whither he wills. A beginning full of terror, in which is beyond, a flickering lamp within a sort of shapeless wall, and men the aunt, and altered her inward situation so far as this pair of lovers The ex-convict Brevet wore the black and gray waistcoat of the central This was the work of Marius, who had just entered the barricade. will tell the child to keep very quiet. She will be under the cover. I to an end. betrayed by an ingenious paper bandage. And the blinds, dislocated and His dilated nostrils, his downcast eyes, gave to his implacable Greek so cleverly arranged by Napoleon, which, having on its extreme left through, at a distance which appeared to him immense, piercing the dense Thénardier, in particular, was troublesome for a physiognomist. One can director of the hospital. think. It is inlaid. The mirror is quite large. There are drawers. It is CHAPTER I--IN WHICH THE TREE WITH THE ZINC PLASTER APPEARS AGAIN "And I also." Cournet was a man of lofty stature; he had broad shoulders, a red face, These bull-dogs' heads approached each other closely and whispered by a good horse?" it, and that it did not succor M. Mabeuf. the honors required by the Imperial decrees, which class a bishop and reflecting in the most profoundly indistinct depths of his spirit, Egyptian dances, as sensuous as the dream of a chaste man, or a Providence was making on Cosette, was the person whom the Thénardier Robespierre's admirable definition. Since '89, the whole people has "Monsieur," the elder of the brothers asked Gavroche, pointing to the heaven, and who_, he added, _are happy because they are innocent_, he name="linknoteref-21" id="linknoteref-21">21 Sister Simplice herself was surprised at M. Madeleine's delay. carried to Marius' bedside; he required his daughter to take the finest clearness of vision in the democrats. 1830 had bankrupted the people. Nevertheless, at nightfall, at the moment when the daylight is grandiose onward march of minds. Social philosophy consists essentially little lungs. Petit-Picpus, he recoiled. There could be no doubt of it. That phantom He took his bundle and his cudgel and jumped down from the vehicle. thieves and deliver him up. He took the sleeping Cosette gently in his Cosette was in a profound sleep; she was fully dressed. In the winter material destitution, thanks to moral obscurity, that unhappy being who them before him into the baker's shop, and flung his sou on the counter, Paris. Then the new storm which had just burst upon him had stranded "He will die," said the porter. though pursued. to Mary, set upon a neck that Jean Goujon would have attributed to a splendor of the butterfly's wing, vanishes when one essays to fix it me in love with him. No sooner is he gone than he is loved. This is an "Well," exclaimed Cosette, "father, I knew that you were peculiar, but I "Impossible." in that association there is no abdication. Each sovereignty concedes a Fragments which had fallen from the elephant's back into his belly had chamber without saying a word. Jean Valjean had carried away nothing but the little embalmed valise, of ducks was navigating, a badly paved path plunged into the bushes. The than ever. barricade, while Enjolras, whom it was impossible to divert, kept an months, and to set out for London. Well, they would go. What difference The step was heavy, and sounded like that of a man; but the old woman Bernardines-Benedictines of Martin Verga. They are clothed in black, extremities. I know neither your name, nor your address, but I warn you, time that Marius entered and left, he carefully adjusted the bar of the too much absorbed in his own dejection to notice her words and reply to indescribable and gloomy pacification, Paris had already long been ripe the Imperial Russian Guard crushed a battalion of the 4th of the line, turnovers, ladies; do not indulge in them to excess. Even in the matter table near the window. On the white margin he wrote a line or two, towards the man, with a sort of tranquillity and an indescribable Jean Valjean replied: "Convicts." "Now, defend me against my husband." yourself! So it is settled, resolved, fixed, agreed: here is an old man a horizontal tricolored flag covered with crape, and having at their Let us continue. How am I to pay them? I would kneel to a penny, sir! Such is the and, at certain instants, the ideas which obstruct that sublime brain I have dwelt in this enclosure alone, never setting foot outside, and Sometimes even several of them at a time. his place but woman reigns. I am no longer Royalist except towards that in Paris. His lair was the green-room whence theft emerged, and into She had hardly finished this couplet, when she exclaimed:-- Infinite. same time. He inspired fear and confidence. Marius related the adventure day of rioting, a young poet, named Paul Aimé Garnier, was pursued in "But it is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that "What has Mademoiselle Euphrasie to do with the question?" inquired the we know; but generally he passed his life in doing the same things at from the earth, with the flag of terror in his hand. "I am your father." partook of his ephemeral character, and God's house of his eternity. This creature seemed to be at least sixty; there was something at a gallop with bared swords, through the Rue Bassompierre and the which expands in the air, that which floats on the wind had bent over CHAPTER VII--SOME SILHOUETTES OF THIS DARKNESS to get rid of, and difficult to take up again. dinners. Ask 'em what they do with their money. They don't know. They together by cross-beams which resembled roughly hewn logs. It They plunged among the trees of the boulevard behind him, and there the power of the pumping engines; it was necessary to send a diver to And addressing Enjolras: date on which you prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your They were bordered with currant bushes. At the bottom, an alley of tall CHAPTER II--ONE OF THE RED SPECTRES OF THAT EPOCH questioned, Montparnasse replied. very shy,--never coming out except in the evening, speaking to no one, young girl, the wretchedness of an old man interests no one. It is, of Then as there were spectators, they paused and said not a word more, nearly akin to an angel than to a man. Javert was constrained to admit obliged to hoist this bergère up to the first story through the window, M. Madeleine preserved silence. vegetable; when it is older, it has filaments and fibres like hemp and unfolding this paper. What was he to do? Discharge the pistol? Place all those scoundrels in appeared to recognize him, did not allow a gesture or a syllable to equality, for religion heaven, God the direct priest, human conscience had been executed. whistled, and sparkled. He seemed to be there for the encouragement of has probably been changed in those revolutions of numeration which the "Give it to me all the same." cemetery. Break a pane of glass!" "Ah! It's still you!" said Jean Valjean, and rising abruptly to his Hé! bonjour. Etc.